Monday, May 2, 2011

Your Dad's eyes...

A couple of weeks ago I was thrilled to find that my great grandmother (I've been doing her family line) had a previous marriage and son. Pictured below with his wife on their wedding day. He died the following year.
Talking about this to my Dad and the memories he has of his grandfather and extended family sadens me that I can't see any physical evidence. No pictures, no journal, nothing. Back then they'd burn them all.

So I'm very happy to have my great great uncle's pic right here.
 When I talk with the boys and tell them how beautiful they are, I tell them who's parts they're made of (generally!). DS1 is tall like my brothers, my hair and face as a child - except the eyes. He most definately has his Dad's eyes. Soft, warm and deep (hopefully not googly but only time will tell!).
DS2 has Daddy's shaped head and nose. All the rest is mine! Though his eyes are a mysterious mix of blue and... ? Lungs and strength of Daddy (who has his Father's and grandparent's keen cycling abilities) and both extremely gifted in the energy, climbing and problem solving departments. Especially escapism. eek!

This is DH trying to get some sleep in the spare room.. apparently I did some sort of feminine breathing that was too loud for him to sleep through - the nerve!
 It's nice to share family similarities with cousins.
 .. and giggle about them with mums.

I personally find it so important to teach my children about who they are and where they're from.
Seeing those past and learning about them gives me drive, peace and happiness in the knowledge that they are the making of my genes and if they live against the odds that were in their lives then I flippin' well can! I love seeing similarities and owning a great heritage.

I can never really get out what I feel about it.. hope you get it.


Unknown said...

I know what you mean. I love looking at old family photos and knowing family history and having a big extended family!

Anonymous said...

This post really resonates with me. I have such fierce pride in my heritage that I often feel I was born in the wrong place and time. Thanks for sharing! Happy Mother's Day!